I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I'm thinkin' about you Thinkin' about us And in things we could do I was thinkin' about you and in things we could do

Though we push this feeling aside And though we cry, this can't go on forever Seasons come and seasons flow and I know That most things come to an end But you're so wonderful Good for me in every way And I love that message you left on my Service today "Oh, boy I'm thinkin' 'bout you" Girl, I'm thinkin' about you, too You've become so special, someone I don't Want to lose "Baby boy I'm thinkin' 'bout you, your love" I need you in my life Sometimes the simple things are the best Things to say And sometimes it's what you least expect That will make your day And sometimes it's not words at all but a Glance saying "I'm okay" Sometimes a simple "Hi, it's me" will set You on your way Like a warm breeze A memory that stays in your head One that feels so good you'll wish you could Live itinstead "Oh, boy I'm thinkin' 'bout you" Girl, I'm dreamin' about you, too You're so spesial, somene, the only one I choose "Baby boy I'm thinkin' 'bout you, your love" I need you in my life Never say no, 'cause what you won't do You do for love, no matter what they say You'll swalow your pride Reach down deep inside And find what is true and what's real Baby, ooh I'm thinkin' 'bout you Yes, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, your love I'm thinkin' 'bout you Baby, ooh I'm thinkin' 'bout you, your love

I've been thinkin' bout you I've been thinkin' 'bout you Wonderin' who's stuck in your head at night Wonder if I ever cross your mind Keeping you up in your bed at night I've been thinkin' 'bout you I can't get you off the brain (No) Lovin' you is somethin' strange (So strange) Don't get me wrong I ain't complainin' (No) I've been thinkin' 'bout you I'm wondering if your love's a game Just kissin' girls and takin' names (Tell me) Is it love or entertainment? I've been thinkin' 'bout you Wonderin' who's stuck in your head at night Wonder if I ever cross your mind Keeping you up in your bed at night I've been thinkin' 'bout you I try to fight it but it's hard to fight I've been thinkin' 'bout you I've been thinkin' 'bout you I've been thinkin' bout you (Yeah) You're a habit, hard to break You're more than a heart can take There's no exit, no escapin' (No) I've been thinkin' 'bout you Maybe you're my destination (Maybe you're my destination) Or maybe just a fantasy (Maybe just a fantasy) Maybe it's just my imagination Boy, I've been thinkin' 'bout you Wonderin' who's stuck in your head at night Wonder if I ever cross your mind (Do I?) Keeping you up in your bed at night I've been thinkin' 'bout you I try to fight it but it's hard to fight I've been thinkin' 'bout you I've been thinkin' 'bout you Early in the mornin' Think about you all day Late night in the evenin' I can't get you off of my brain Early in the mornin' Think about you all day Late night in the evenin' I can't get you off of my brain I've been thinkin' 'bout you (I've been thinkin' 'bout you) (I've been thinkin' 'bout you) I've been thinkin' bout you

Chorus: Neva understood how he did it, How we made this music groove your very Soul, soul >>> 2x ERICK SERMON - Yo, i land out in a rent text E-7, V-12, new benzina, 200 and 90 Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' i see Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha Basic's, Quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth dont say SHITT, roll Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my Rules, step incorrect you get abused, i bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin Drama, make em' feel good like 2-Pac's Dear Mama, it could be pitch black and I'll spot cha BOOM! kickin yo door like big poppa CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it(Neva) How we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Xzibit), Neva understood how he did it (D-J Mutha Fuckin Quick) how he made this music groove your very soul, soul DJ QUICK - Hey, Tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga Xzibit and Quick u down Wit tha E-Double (What) u get weed trouble, E make tha B bubble, Make tha bass So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha B-Bubble, Partyin', Happy that you shook tha hole crib, and if ya gotta pound, E dubb I Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88, Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and I'ma wet cha, way down from tha Compton town, and I'll betcha cant. CHORUS - Neva understood (Ha)(Yeah) how he did it(Ladies and Gentlemen, Yeah, Tha bar is now open)How he made this music groove your very soul, Soul(it'z all me), Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Xzibit - Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few G's in my low-low, not done hoe, my Nigga big came in solo, dough-low, most niggaz we know act like a Homo, and When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there Crminal file, and strechin tha MOB, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy Ya MOB just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like A Fucked up D-A, wit a cross that aint stickin, and im walkin away a free man, Cuz ya'll niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, PMD CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it (DJ Quick in tha mutha fucken House) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (This dick in ya Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah) Neva understood how he did it How we made this music groove your Very soul, soul(You think it aint, Westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha Way through out tha millinium) Neva understood how he did it, (millinium shitt) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he (Yo, millinium shitt) did it how we(DJ Mutha fucken Quick) made this music groove your very soul, soul (Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on) Neva understood how he Did it, how (keep it bouncin, R.I.P Roger Troutmen) we made this music Groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha nigga) NEVA UNDERSTOOD HOW HE DID IT, HOW WE MADE THIS MUSIC GROOVE YOUR VERY SOUL, SOUL...

(Feat. Chingy) [DJ Quik] (Shoot back) I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at? I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't learn to posh that It's black pussy and I'm still tryin to wash that Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut (Shoot back) Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin for scraps My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder Tryin to stick my honeybee into yo' flower If you like this record then make the shit louder (Shoot back) It's so terrific out on the Pacific Green plants and dancin make you feel lifted I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin gifted That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted (Shoot back) I turned the pocket around And slowed it all the way DOWN, I'm a musical cop now [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Chingy] Excuse me miss, I'm pullin you over Cause your ass is extremely too fat You need backup Quik? I'm the right nigga to get My picks are thick stallion, I'm slangin the dick Still bangin the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6 Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit (Shoot back) Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in Let's get some whore scopin I'm open for more pokin On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump I'm on the boat still listenin to, "Way 2 Fonky" Park that ass right hurr chick and make that monkey Talk for me, when ya walk I see A clear speech come and get it I got some for each Now I'm bumpin on the radio and put it on repeat Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak The, moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin police Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets [Chorus] [Chingy] Okay - incenst cologne, women be attracted Got the best sex c'mon, it's somethin 'bout the action When they flex wet and bone, a model or a actress I attach this note, before the script get wrote (Shoot back) She see the list, text you're gone I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home A captain be reactin to the sweat as you moan Hold up give me a second I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record [DJ Quik] This beat is for your uncle and aunt It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops Just tryin to get to the party and pop tequila in shot The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures From the most vocal of the local niggaz California to death, bringin Compton to life Makin beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin a check You need to [Chorus]